The Narrator's Musical Alphabet Curse

Peter Pop painfully picked powerful peppers, panting & perspiring. As the narrator it's my duty to inform you, fellow writer, that Peter was cursed to live a life ruled by sentences primarily consisting of words starting in P. He longed to be free from this nightmarish curse.

Peter Pop persisted in picking. The piles of plucked peppers were poised to plummet. Peter panted, pushing picked pepper piles aside.

He hoped he could hover at the helicopter. However, his hand hesitated to heal. His heel has harbored

horrible hair. I introduced Igor the iceman and implied he held important identification. Igor inspected the instruments, and initiated the helicopter’s ignition. Immediately it improved.

Just like that, we played our instruments, going sky high with our imaginations. I never thought that I would make it this big in the world, but yet here I am. I will NEVER forget who helped me get here. I've been able to tell stories through my music. Thank you and goodbye.